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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Twenty-Six
Looking at her watch, Hermione was stunned it was already eleven-thirty. Where had the morning gone? Severus would be arriving in thirty minutes for their lunch date.
With a wave of her wand, a stack of files hovered to the cabinet behind her desk and started sorting themselves as her ears perked at the sound of Marla's voice. "I'll just see if she's available, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius? Is here? Her mind raced. Had he messaged her in her journal and she missed it?
Her door cracked, and her assistant let out a sigh as she peeked in. "Sorry to disturb, Hermione. Lucius Malfoy is here. He doesn't have an appointment. Should I have him make one and leave?"
Hermione had to stifle a laugh. Yeah, that would go over well. "Uh, no. It's ok, Marla. Lucius is a potential client. Show him right in." Hermione stood and smoothed out her skirt as she walked around her desk to greet him.
Lucius Malfoy the billionaire business executive was very different from Lucius Malfoy the Dominant, or even Lucius Malfoy the Sunday night best friend. When he walked into her office with his fine robes and signature cane, he looked every bit the intimidating form Hermione had remembered from her youth. She greeted him with the prim salutation that seemed to match his entrance. "Mr. Malfoy, a pleasure to see you."
His tone was reserved, but his eyes were playful. "Miss Granger, the pleasure is all mine."
As soon as Marla closed the door behind herself, Hermione walked up to him and pushed up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? I didn't miss a journal entry from you, did I?"
"No, my dear. This is an impromptu visit. However, it's a necessary one I feel." Hemione would have been concerned something was wrong if not for the small grin on his face. "You have lunch with Severus today, yes?"
Hermione couldn't disguise her confusion. "Yes, he's due shortly."
"Well, in light of the…struggles you two have been experiencing and in the interest of marking another item off your diminishing list of haven't done's, I have brought something I would like you to wear today. Something that will hopefully make thing less…complicated for the two of you."
"Oh, Merlin. Why am I nervous?" Her hand moved to cover her mouth as Lucius pulled something out of his pocket. The gold metal object reflected lamp light as he dangled it in front of her.
His expression inscrutable, he said matter-of-factly, "This, my dear, is a chastity belt."
Hermione's jaw fell as her eyes shot up to Lucius'. Is he joking? "Really? You're asking me to wear a chastity belt?"
"Hmm, I think asking is too light a term. I would say, requiring is more appropriate. I realize it's not a Wednesday or Friday evening, but I'm insisting all the same. Should you choose to refuse, as you certainly can, you will find your next training session much less enjoyable than perhaps it could be."
"Oh, Lucius. Blackmail? Really?" The glint in her eyes made it clear she was teasing. "How does that thing work anyway?" She was looking at it as if the object itself had hurled insults at her.
"It's perfectly simple. Remove your knickers and slip this on instead. It has a little lock that only I know the charm for. I will lock it before your date and unlock it after. Once it's locked, it cannot be physically removed by anyone but myself. Your hidden delights will be protected from touch."
Hermione stared at it for a moment as the practicality of such a thing began to take hold. "And when will I be seeing you again to have the blasted thing charmed off? And what if I have to use the loo?"
"It's charmed to facilitate personal hygiene and loo breaks."
Hermione watched him for a minute, waiting for him to laugh and declare it all a joke. When she understood and accepted this was for real she pondered his words. "It's charmed for personal hygiene. Lovely. That makes me feel so much better. Who thinks up this stuff? Honestly!"
His eyebrow cocked at her sarcasm. He held the offending garment out to her and she took it begrudgingly. She looked from the belt to him and found his expression serious. "Oh, fine. I'll be right back."
She stepped into the private bath off her office and kicked her heels away before lifting her skirt and sliding down her panties. She realized it was unnecessary to have left his presence; the man knew her anatomy better than she did, after all. But it was her office and hardly an appropriate place to… Hermione don't you finish that thought! She rolled her eyes. As if there is an appropriate place for such a thing!
She sighed heavily as she assessed her reflection. While the belt looked like and had the strength of metal, the device actually felt quite light. It fit like a thong and covered about as much; laying over her mons and then wrapping around the tops of her hips where it came around the back into a thin scrap of metal between her bum cheeks. A small lock dangled from the front.
Slipping her shoes back on, she let her skirt fall back into place. She held her panties in her hand as she walked back into her office and approached her purse. Lucius was now sitting in one of the chairs facing her desk with a very proud look on his face.
"No need to look like the cat that ate the canary."
He held his hand out as he eyed the panties in her hand. "I'll take those, if you please." She rolled her eyes as she handed them to him and he gave her a sharp look. "Don't think I can't toss you over my knee this instant, Miss Granger. Mind yourself."
She was about to respond and remind him she was not currently submitting, when there was a knock at her office door. Marla opened it and spoke softly. "Mr. Snape is here. Shall I have him wait?"
"That's not necessary. He can come in now."
Snape strolled in instantly and looked back at Marla, watching as she closed the door. His eyes moved back to Hermione and then to the unexpected third person sitting in front of her desk. Hermione felt her heart flutter when she noticed the tea roses. He had brought her a small bouquet for every date since their first.
She promptly stepped over to him, taking the offered yellow flowers and tilting up to kiss his cheek. Having none of that, Snape's arms wrapped around her and held her close, his mouth moving to hers and planting several light kisses on her soft lips. When he gently released her, she slowly opened her eyes as she fought a blush from being kissed so sweetly. Being kissed so sweetly by Snape in front of another – in front of Lucius no less. She fought a slight twinge of discomfort as unwelcome thoughts sped through her. A pervasive feeling of guilt, as though she were betraying the other man in the room. He's your friend and part time Master, Hermione. Not your lover! Another voice deep within, one that was quiet most of the time, the one that she hated, and the one that some might call her conscience reminded her, That's not what you told him with your body in the library. Enough! Regaining her senses, she explained, "Lucius just stopped by to…" She looked back at her Master. "Do I tell him?"
Lucius was frozen. He'd literally felt his heart constrict when Snape kissed her. He had known (of course he had known) but he had not seen and seeing was completely suffocating.
Suddenly realizing she was watching him with a look that was becoming concerned, Lucius pulled his thoughts away from his own pain and smiled reassuringly. "Sorry, my mind wandered for a moment." He shrugged as he answered her question. "It's your date. It's your choice, Doll."
Severus who had been more focused on his witch than on his friend, had missed Lucius' distraction. Hearing Lucius' response, he looked from his friend back to his girl. "Tell me what?"
Hermione opened her mouth and then snapped it shut, finding herself unable to say the words.
Noticing her loss of speech, Lucius added, "Perhaps you could simply show him?"
Hermione felt frustration instantly flare within. She stomped to her desk as she snapped, "This is my place of work! I have no desire to lift my skirt and show my date the chastity belt my Master is making me wear! I mean…seriously!"
Severus grinned and looked at Lucius who was trying to contain his chuckle. "Chastity belt? Oh Lucius, you've outdone yourself." Severus' gaze moved to Hermione who was stuffing items from her desk drawer into her purse as she muttered under her breath. "C'mon, Hermione. Pretty please? Show me."
She didn't respond but simply stared at her desk. Why am I so bothered by this?
Lucius watched Hermione closely for a moment. He could see her frustration was genuine and he thought he knew why. He spoke warmly. "Doll, please come here." She closed her eyes for a second and let out a slow, calming breath before setting her purse gently on her desk. Resignedly, she walked around to Lucius and stood in front of him, her brown eyes meeting his steel grey. "Do you truly not want to show us or is it merely you are feeling the need to be Dominated and told you have to?"
It only took her a second of contemplation. His question solved the puzzle she was trying to decipher. She felt a flush of relief as the tension oozed out of her. Gods, this man understood her. "I need you to…"
He did not wait for her to finish her sentence. "I understand, pet. You're my good girl. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"I need to place the locking charm on your belt and require you to lift your skirt." He looked at Snape who was watching the exchange quietly. "Severus, come stand behind me so you can see." Snape stepped behind Lucius' chair. Once the dark man was behind him, Lucius spoke firmly to Hermione. "Now we'll have no more cheek. Lift your skirt and hold it up so that I can place the charm and we can get a look at it."
Hermione bunched the maxi skirt into her fists and lifted it, displaying the golden chastity belt. Both wizard's eyes moved to the apex of her thighs. Lucius tapped his wand on the lock and whispered an enchantment under his breath that neither Hermione or Severus could decipher.
"Lucius, you're slipping. Wherever is the Malfoy crest?"
Ignoring his friend's taunt, Lucius maintained his focus on his submissive. "Thank you, my dear. You may release your skirt. Do you require anything else from me before I relinquish control?"
"No, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Then you are released."
Hermione let out a breath and walked back around her desk.
Both wizards watched her, each lost in what they took away from the preceding exchange. Lucius recognized he had never had a submissive he felt he understood as well as he did Hermione, while Severus recognized the connection his witch shared with his best friend. Lucius was obviously good with her and understood her and Severus felt an uncomfortable twinge that he would fail where Lucius had succeeded.
Both men were pulled from their thoughts when Hermione said, "Lucius, why don't you join us for lunch?" When neither wizard said anything, she laughed as she put the tea roses in a vase. "What…you can spank me at the same time with riding crops, but the three of us can't sit down for a meal together?"
Lucius and Severus looked at each other. "Hmm, that sounded like a challenge, Lucius."
Lucius smiled with a shrug. "I have no lunch plans. I'd be happy to join you two."
Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Okay, but I'm setting some rules. No…shenanigans. This is lunch – no Dominants allowed! I just want to go out and have a nice meal with my two favorite men. Agreed?"
Lucius teased. "Now Doll, that was completely uncalled for. You act as though we are cavemen."
Hermione shook her head with a light laugh. "No, you are both perfect gentlemen and lovely dining companions one on one. It's the group dynamic that has me concerned. I do not wish to be ganged up on!"
"Well, there goes dessert," Snape deadpanned.
She looked at him and, seeing his twinkle, responded, "And to think I used to think you had no sense of humor."
Lucius stood and smirked at his friend. "Did you catch that, Sev? She just called us her two favorite men."
"Hmmm, I wouldn't be too flattered, Lucius…considering whom we likely replaced."
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know why, but I still think of them as boys. Which they are not. They are grown men and I love them like brothers." As she picked up her purse, she added with utter sincerity, "They're my family."
Both wizards fought their own internal battles with her words. Lucius wanted her to consider him her family as well and had to fight the urge to pull her into his arms and tell her as much. Severus saw the two boys as an obstacle. They would likely frown upon her relationship with him. How long would it take them to convince her that he was the wrong man for her? Not very. Of that, he was quite certain.
Both men were pulled from their musings when she walked towards the door. Looking back over her shoulder. "Are you two coming or not?" she chided.
When they arrived at The Fin & Tail as a party of three instead of a party of two, they found the restaurant packed and busy. The hostess insisted it wasn't a problem because they would merely add a chair and turn the reserved two-top into a three. But when they were led to their table, Hermione wondered whose lap she would have to sit on as the table was tiny at best. The hostess pulled a third chair over as a waiter arrived with a third place-setting. Being the smallest, Hermione wedged herself into the seat in the corner and then the wizards took their own seats on either side. Their knees and elbows jostled for room as glasses of sparkling water were placed before them.
"Well, this is cozy," Hermione joked.
"Indeed," added Snape.
"I fear my inclusion has left the seating lacking," Lucius said quietly.
"But not the company, Lucius," Hermione beamed. "We are happy you could join us. Aren't we, Severus?"
"Indeed," he replied once again as he perused the menu.
Lucius chuckled at his friend's less than enthusiastic confirmation but knew better than to take offense. If Snape had not wanted him to join them, he would have made it known.
Tossing the menu down, Snape looked towards the bustling wait staff. "We need wine."
"Yes, a Châteauneuf-du-Pape and a Savennières perhaps," Lucius added nonchalantly.
Hermione spotted the wine menu next to the specials menu on the center of the table. Picking it up, she looked it over. "See to me? Wine is wine. There's red and there's white, and there's fizzy and there's flat. If it's made in France or Italy that's a plus and then, of course, if it has a cute animal on the label that's always a good sign."
Both wizards turned to her with matching expressionless faces. It was a Slytherin thing; a flat expression that actually screamed 'you are a gnat beneath my shoe.' "Oh, don't look at me like that," she countered with a dismissive wave of her hand and a laugh. "You Slytherin's and your Jedi mind tricks."
Snape cocked an onyx brow and plucked the menu out of her hand. "Clearly, you won't be selecting the vintages." As he looked over the menu he smiled lightly. "Hmm, are you a Star Wars fan, Hermione? You do take similarities to a lead character, princess."
"As do you, Darth," she shot back quickly causing him to snort back a laugh.
"What am I missing?" Lucius asked.
"Not a thing, Jabba," Snape responded without looking away from the menu.
Hermione laughed loudly and reached out to take Lucius' hand. "Ignore him, Lucius."
Snape added with a chortle, "Well, he's got you on a leash, hasn't he?"
She rolled her eyes as she released Lucius' fingers. "It's just a muggle movie. You aren't missing much."
"Back to a more important topic," Lucius continued. "You really should learn about wines, Doll. Especially as you are a prominent lawyer. A prominent lawyer who may at times represent The Dungeon, and therefore us." He looked at Snape and then back to her. "You may need to entertain or dine with someone whom you wish to impress and…"
Hermione shook her head, breaking him off. "Lucius, you're wasting your breath. If I ever find myself resorting to impressing someone with my knowledge of wine instead of my knowledge of the law, well then I shouldn't be practicing anyway."
Snape laughed. "She's got you there, Lucius." Hermione felt a hand on her right knee under the table and smiled at her dark-haired wizard.
Just then a very pretty waitress approached their table and introduced herself as Michelle. She had dark eyes and hair as well as sun-kissed Mediterranean skin. She was wearing a tight black V-neck tee which accentuated a large bust and a small waist. Hermione was surprised by her own jealousy when she noticed the blond wizard casually checking the waitress out. She felt heat rise into her face when the chesty wench flipped her hair and shot Lucius a small smile as she pulled her notepad from the waistline of her skirt.
Hermione took comfort when Snape appeared to be completely immune to the woman's charms. He ordered two bottles of wine for the table as well as a couple of appetizers. Seeing as she didn't have any appointments that afternoon and could take her time, Hermione held no objections to what was surely going to be a long lunch. She adored the wizards sitting with her…one could truthfully say she loved one and was in love with the other. This was the first time she had spent with the them together outside of The Dungeon and she was enjoying herself immensely.
The wine was delivered, and they started with the chenin-blanc. Hermione had to admit it was delicious, yet she found the bottle lacking. "I'm just saying, it's not a bottle I would have chosen. There is nothing on this label that draws attention."
Snape leaned back in his chair and asked knowingly, "So do you judge a book by its cover? Because with your reasoning, unless a book has a picture of a bunny on the front, you wouldn't bother reading it."
Lucius laughed at the lost look on Hermione's face. "Ah, and there you have it. Our point is proven, my dear." He filled her almost empty glass and then topped off his and Snape's. Their exchange then plowed into a discussion of books and interesting covers that might have brought more sales.
By the time the appetizers were delivered, Hermione was lightly buzzed and thoroughly enjoying herself. The conversation was flowing easily, and the laughter was abundant. The oysters were chilled and delicious, and the charred octopus had surprised her with how good it was. The wine continued to flow and when their entrees were delivered, the second bottle was half empty. Her scallops over parmesan risotto practically melted in her mouth and she insisted each wizard have a taste, proceeding to feed them from her own fork. Snape fed her a bite of his seared Chilean Sea Bass and leaned forward to kiss the black bean garlic sauce that had dribbled onto her chin. Lucius fed her a bit of his crab cakes that were smothered with a Cajun-Lobster cream sauce which made her eyes roll with delight. She was full to bursting when she finally put down her fork, leaving at least half of her plate untouched.
She tossed her napkin down and looked around. "I wonder where the loo is." In order to get out of her seat, Lucius had to stand so she could shimmy out of the cramped spot. As she brushed past him, his eyes twinkled as he patted her behind covertly. "Let me know if you have any issues."
Her face fell instantly. "Merlin, I completely forgot! I can't believe this."
She shot a look back at Snape when she heard his rich chuckle. She couldn't help the lecturing reproof that followed. "You know it's your fault as well that I have to wear this. You have no room to laugh. I don't see you wearing one."
Snape threw his hands up in defeat. "I had nothing to do with this little exercise, princess."
Her eyes shot back to Lucius' and she gave him a playful, reproachful look. "This thing better not prove to be a problem."
The wizards watched her retreating form and Lucius sat back in his chair while swallowing down the last of his wine.
"I have to give it you, Lucius. Very clever and somewhat appropriate, although entirely unnecessary."
Lucius could not agree less, although not for the reason Severus was thinking. It was not a matter of trust, it was Hermione's reaction to the couple's almost loss of control that Lucius was concerned with. It had led to a profound disappointment within herself followed by a heartbreaking confession and a need for a punishment that Lucius felt was neither deserved nor necessary. If wearing a chastity belt, barbaric though it may be, would prevent her feeling herself at risk for such a loss of control and, in turn, prevent the self-loathing aftermath – then it was worth it.
He thought more of that night in the library. Lucius was not a blind man, he knew Hermione cared deeply for him. Perhaps he also trusted on some level that she truly did love him. For it was love they had made that night…and she had initiated it. It wasn't the same love he harbored for her, however.
Realizing he had not responded, Lucius turned to his friend and answered simply, "Not so unnecessary, actually. This will prevent her need to humble herself and seek punishment after her encounters with you, my friend. Besides, it was something else I could mark off her list."
Snape studied his blond friend, his senses more alert. "She sought out punishment?"
Lucius sighed. "Of course she did, and it should not have surprised me."
Snape sipped his wine. He didn't like his witch feeling guilty about anything they did together. He may be inexperienced in the world of dating, but even he knew that such feelings were not healthy and were not the best way to embark on a relationship. Then again, this was a highly unusual situation the three of them shared. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was becoming toxic to the future he hoped for. "Well, perhaps her training will be coming to an end soon? Or perhaps those guilt provoking restrictions will be lifted?"
Lucius could see the mass of curls heading back towards their table. He stood as he responded quietly, "Not before it's time, Severus. Not before it's time."
The three of them enjoyed the walk back to her office. They took a longer route, finding the cool air and the stroll helped to arouse them from their post lunch lull. The buzz from the wine had passed and the tiredness had started to take over, leaving Hermione's eyelids heavy and her ambition to get back to work waning. The walk was helping, though, and she felt herself slowly regaining her focus on the work she needed to accomplish that afternoon. "You know, we never did discuss the specifics of what you want me to do for The Dungeon. While business law isn't my specialty, I do have basic knowledge as well as a particular colleague whom could be a great resource for me. I've actually been considering bringing her on as an associate in my firm."
"I thought you enjoyed being a small firm with only a handful of paralegals and minimal staff?" Lucius asked.
"Well, I do. But the truth is, I'm having to turn away a lot of work because I just can't do it all. Having another lawyer on staff would open the doors to many more cases. Bringing on an associate like Jonquil, who has worked in community law but specializes in business law, would be a tremendous help. I haven't even approached her yet, though. So, it's really just an idea trying to take root. It's a lot to think about and she may not be interested."
"Well, Luc. Let's sit down and map out what we need. Perhaps we can have a proposal ironed out in a month or so's time," Snape suggested. Lucius and Hermione were voicing their approval of that plan as they entered the lobby of her firm and headed for her office.
All three paused their steps as Marla rose from her desk, her face grave. "Hermione, I have some news I feel you should know," the woman said cautiously as she looked nervously from the dark-haired wizard to the light.
"What?" Hermione asked, suddenly feeling a slight panic. Marla looked nervous and possible causes started to race through Hermione's head. "Is something wrong?"
"Mr. Potter floo'd a little while ago to tell you himself, but of course you were out. It's Dolohov, he escaped from Azkaban this morning."
Hermione felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of her and her knees began to feel weak. Strong arms were around her instantly as Snape guided her into her office. Her hand immediately went to her chest, to the spot where the scar that had held residence for many years had only recently been completely cured and removed.
"How?" she asked breathlessly as she sat in her chair. Snape was close and kept a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"They don't know yet. His cell was discovered empty, but they believe one of the younger and newer guards may be involved. Harry said he would be back when he knew more." After a pause she asked, "Can I get you anything? Tea perhaps?"
When Hermione didn't answer, Snape responded for her. "I think that would be helpful."
Snape could see her fear and felt the need to reassure her. "Hermione, Dolohov has probably already left the country by now. He is very recognizable and well known and will not likely wish to be re-apprehended merely to seek revenge on you."
She shook her head. "I'm the reason he was sentenced to life in Azkaban, Severus. My testimony."
"And countless others who were at the ministry that day, Hermione. Including the testimony of Lucius." Severus looked at the blond in question, surprised to see the wizard standing in the corner, his face blank.
Lucius felt positively ill. The lunch they had shared sat like lead in his stomach as the memory of that day in the Department of Mysteries took hold.
The memory of his involvement.
The memory of her body laying small and seemingly lifeless.
The memory of his unfathomable inaction, despite the concern he felt for all the children that day.
It had been that moment he had realized how truly fucked up his allegiance had been and wished for nothing more than to take it all back. Later that night, as he sat in his cell in the dreaded prison, he made his decision. If he were ever released, he would not support the monster that was Voldemort ever again. He would find a way to do what was right. No blood allegiance was worth death and torture. It was not what he had signed up for and it had been a rude and painful awakening. Blood purity had been merely an excuse, a vessel for prejudice and unnecessary hate. He'd made a promise then and there that he would change his ways and become a better man if God would allow it.
Yet right now, in this office and at this moment, all he felt was guilt. Incredible, all-encompassing guilt as well as the knowledge that he should not be here. She would not want him anywhere near her at this moment and perhaps never again. "I…I should leave," he whispered. He watched as she looked up at him and something seemed to click. There it was. Recollection. He could see it in her eyes. Her face became anguished and Lucius prepared himself when she rushed towards him. He couldn't blame her for attacking him. He would let the hits come and would not push her away.
He felt as though the world might swallow him whole when instead of pounding fists greeting his chest, she buried her face into it instead. She let out a sob as she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly.
Lucius' whispered words caused her to move her gaze to him. He was standing as far away as possible from her with a pained look on his face. And she knew, she knew in that moment what he was thinking. Without further thought, she jumped out of her chair and rushed to him. When his arms tentatively wrapped around her in return she felt safe and knew that everything would be okay.
He rested his cheek on her head. "Doll, I'm so sorry. I've said it before and I'll say it until my dying breath how wrong I was and how sorry I am."
She peeked up at him, her eyes puffy and her cheeks wet. "You don't need to say those words to me ever again, Lucius. You are not that man and I don't believe that you ever actually were." Pressing up, she kissed his cheek before pushing away from him and wiping her eyes.
She looked back at Snape and found his eyes brooding and a touch forlorn. She moved back towards him and snuggled into his side as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She was beginning to realize Snape could easily become insecure and she might need to be cautious of her treatment of Lucius in front of him, at least when she was not submitting.
Lucius swallowed his own discomfort at their affection as he cautiously crossed the room towards them and sat on the edge of her desk. "While I agree that Dolohov has likely no intention of coming after you, Doll, I think it would be wise for you take certain precautions. Use your floo as much as possible and avoid leaving yourself exposed and alone until he has been apprehended." He looked up at Snape. "You agree?"
"Unequivocally. There is no need to put yourself at unnecessary risk, Hermione."
Lucius stood. "Good, then we are all in agreement. You will not be outside alone for the time being."
"Uh, excuse me? I haven't agreed to anything and I would like to point out that I am a grown woman and can take care of myself. I was upset because I was shocked and taken by surprise. I'm not afraid of Dolohov. I'm not that little girl anymore."
"Hermione," Severus cautioned. "You are not a little girl anymore, but you are also out of practice with your dueling and it would be foolish to be caught off guard. I am certain you can get around just fine via the floo network and when you can't, Lucius or myself or one of your many friends will certainly escort you where you need to go. Something tells me Potter will be in full agreement."
Letting out a huff, she put her foot down. "No. I'm sorry, but I do not agree to be dictated to and ordered around. I can take care of myself and make my own choices. If I need assistance or in any way feel unsafe I will certainly get help."
Lucius and Severus looked at each other knowingly. "Miss Granger, might I remind you that I am your contracted Master and – "
"No, that won't work this time, Lucius. I will floo if you require it when I am submitting and for our Sunday dinners but that is all." She looked back at Severus and seeing his mouth open and about to speak, she headed him off at the pass. "And you have no say. At any time."
The look of barely concealed fury accompanied with a gaping mouth was quickly replaced with a determined glare and words spoken slowly and coolly. "I may not have control over your person, but do not think for an instant that I will allow you to put yourself at risk. Do. Not. Try. Me."
Hermione swallowed, and Lucius gave Severus an approving nod, clearly feeling Severus had driven the point home.
Hermione rubbed her eyes wearily. "Listen, I understand and appreciate your concern," she looked from one to the other, "but I'll be fine. I'll ask Harry and Ron to duel with me and brush up my reflexes. That's a good idea anyway. However, I enjoy running in the mornings and I don't want to give that up. I also go to the park and read by the lake sometimes. I'm not giving that up either."
"I'll run with you," Severus said quickly. "I enjoy running as well and it will be a way we can spend time together despite our busy schedules."
Lucius nodded and added, "As far as enjoying the park, you'll find no park finer than my estate. There are horses, a lake, green pastures, and a swimming pool. Whenever you desire to be outside, you have the Malfoy estate at your disposal, Hermione."
Hermione couldn't help the swell of her heart and the silly muscle behind her breastbone must have skipped at least two beats when Severus said he would run with her. She took Severus' hand and looked up at him sweetly. "Of course, I would love for you to run with me Severus." She looked warmly at Lucius as she took his hand in her other. "I would very much enjoy use of the Estate." Releasing both their hands, she stepped away, creating a little distance from the overbearing men. "However, I will not agree to never being out and about alone. I won't do it, so don't ask!" Both wizards realized this was a battle to be continued another day and dropped it.
Hermione cleared her throat and straightened out her skirt. "Well, then. The day is getting late and I have work to finish." She looked at Lucius. "If you wouldn't mind releasing me from the confines of my harness? I think my virtue is safe for the rest of the day."
Lucius wondered if Hermione thought this felt like a date. It felt like a date to him, which was uncharacteristically making his palms sweat and his throat dry. Besides that, he had not intended this to be a date, it wasn't a date. So why did it feel like one? He had not met a woman he wanted to date since Narcissa's death. Fuck? Dominate? Yes. Date? No.
Because of this, business functions had been attended stag for the last nine years, but tonight he had requested Hermione's company due to the fact it was a training night and he enjoyed her company so. She had hesitated for only a moment before telling him that she would be happy to attend with him. They had decided to tell people she was a business acquaintance, which had raised a few eyebrows, but most accepted it well enough. Anyone who was anyone knew who Hermione Granger was and what she did for a living. Believing her tied to Malfoy Enterprises was not a far stretch.
He looked at his non-date as she spoke animatedly with who he gathered to be a rival on the Wizengamot floor, though one would never tell. She laughed and smiled with him and Lucius felt a twinge of jealousy when she casually touched his arm before her hands were off again, gracefully moving through the air while she spoke passionately.
As always, the witch looked stunning tonight. Her hair was immaculately tamed into a French twist, showing off her delicate ears and slender neck. The dress she had chosen was made of grey chiffon that flowed like water to just below her knees and moved elegantly when she did. It had a halter neck line with a long keyhole cut out that accentuated cleavage and an empire waste that made her already small form look impossibly tiny. She coupled it with a pair of strappy silver stilettos and a glitter encrusted clutch. Her collar was a simple choker of diamonds that set just above the circular neckline of her dress and she had rummaged up some crystal drop earrings and a matching bracelet.
No matter how tiny she looked as she flitted alongside him while they made small talk with other guests, her presence was anything but small. She attracted more attention than Lucius was used to, and he found himself almost resentful that he had to compete for her time. He had asked her to accompany him tonight simply because he was tired of attending these ruddy functions alone and here he was standing to the side of conversation after conversation that focused solely on the witch on his arm. He had even been shunted aside once as someone eagerly rushed in to talk with her.
Hermione, on the other hand, was handling herself admirably in this mostly rich pure-blooded crowd. While many of the sacred twenty-eight families were officially as easy going as Draco and himself these days, there were still some die-hards hanging on for dear life. Lucius could spot them easily with how they glared at her through the mass of people.
The signal came that it was time for dinner to start, so Lucius pulled Hermione's arm through his and they set off to find their table. He was not the least bit offended or surprised to find they had been tucked with some not-so-well known small business called Cicely's Special Events in a remote corner of the ballroom. Tadore Shafiq and his wife, Eknora, were staunch supports of pure blood society and had likely been non-too-pleased with Lucius when he had RSVP'd with Hermione Granger written in the guest slot.
The joke was on the Shafiq's, however, because the elderly couple with their daughter and son-in-law, whom the business had been passed on to, were very kind and pleasant to talk with. They spent a large portion of the dinner telling Lucius and Hermione about a somewhat scandalous upcoming French betrothal banquet they were planning between a triad (which had made Hermione's eyebrows shoot to the ceiling). This particular triad was the fourth in France in the last decade, as the wizarding tradition had dropped out of practice in the late nineteenth century but was now making a slow, but steady comeback. The story was quickly followed with laughter about a couple who was having a wedding ceremony for their mated Bichon Frises, which Lucius found incredulously stupid and Hermione hysterical.
When dinner was over, the rest of the people in their party moved back to the dance floor for more mingling and schmoozing while the band was setting up. Lucius and Hermione, however, were perfectly content to stay in their own little corner of the world and visit. Neither of them had any need to make connections this night. Lucius had only agreed to attend out of propriety.
They made small talk about their week since they'd seen each other Sunday and he was pleased, though taken aback when she moved her chair closer to his, so she could rest against his side somewhat. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. That would potentially get people talking…maybe he should warn her. Then her hand slid on his thigh to rest just above his knee and he thought…what the hell. Enjoy the evening.
He knew that Hermione was a toucher. She touched perfect strangers after a few minutes of conversation if she felt it was warranted. He snorted mentally. She was the first witch in almost thirty years to get him to amend his bloody rules of engagement while at the club. He admired a woman who knew how to get what she wanted, and he was beginning to admire this witch above and beyond all others. After her heroic act of saving his choking club member with some Muggle remedy, he'd had to consent to the fact that there were times touch should be allowed without permission. After that little incident, he had agreed for her to touch Etan, Jonathan, and Draco in non-sexual manners and any women, as well as permission to assist in any emergent situation. She had been delighted; he, on the other hand, had gotten a very light-hearted teasing session from Snape to which he had warned the younger man, "You just wait and see, Snape. She'll rock your boat, as well. Mark my words."
"Lucius?" she asked softly while they people watched. Being tucked back into the corner meant no one was paying them any mind as dishes and tables were magically cleared around them.
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure, pet."
She tilted her head up briefly to give him a tender smile. "All this time it's been about my limits and my desires and my needs. What about yours?"
Lucius felt his heart flutter maddingly before he answered her. "You meet my needs and desires all the time, Hermione."
"Mm." There was a bump and a shift as she reached for her clutch. He watched her as she pulled out a Chapstick and applied it before tucking the bag away. "Tell me – what's your favorite kind of scene? What do you like to do the most?"
Lucius couldn't help himself, he snorted. His plan was working better than he had thought it would. She looked up him with confusion on her face. "What's so funny?
"What prompted this line of questioning?" He asked but was pretty sure he knew why with the way the poor girl was squirming in her chair. Her body was primed for his presence on Wednesday and Friday nights. It didn't surprise him the conversation was taking a sexual twist.
"Oh, I don't know." She shrugged. "Just making conversation."
"Okay, I'll indulge you," he said. "I like risky situations. Situations where there's a chance I might get caught by someone who would be highly offended. Outdoor sex, public sex, etcetera. It's especially intoxicating if it were to be in a situation where I am known."
"So…not the heavy BDSM stuff? The whipping and caning? The suspension and sadism?" She sounded truly surprised.
"Don't misunderstand, pet." He purposely lowered his voice and let his breath caress over her ear – well, if she wanted to talk about stuff that would make him get hard, he would return the favor. Granted, she really was walking right into his trap. "I do like all those things, but you asked for my favorite and risk of getting caught leaves me quite heady."
"Hmm, I guess I can understand that," she agreed. "It's kind of like me with exhibitionism. All though I'd never be able to do that outside of the club setting."
They were quiet for a few minutes and Hermione's mind raced. She had been surprised and a bit disappointed to be missing their session tonight. Even though her orgasm denial and control phase were over, she still very much looked forward to and had even begun to need the release their sessions gave to her. It didn't help that he had insisted she go knickerless and wear her plug for their evening. She was a right mess and was pretty sure he knew it.
Above her, Lucius had started to drawl about people they were watching as if to introduce her without the tediousness of having to share pleasantries with the stuffy crowd. As he did, her mind wandered to where she was only half listening. Then inspiration struck. Who said she had to give up her session tonight? They could do both! She sat up and away from him quickly before turning and smirking playfully up at him.
Lucius broke off midsentence and his eyebrows shot up at the sinfully wicked way she was looking at him. His libido roared to life and his cock (which had been at half-mast with her presence and conversation, not to mention what he knew her to be wearing – or not wearing – under her skirt) slowly started to rise to attention before she had even spoke. The look in her eyes screamed sex and desire and he had to force himself not to laugh. Hook, line, and sinker…ah, she was learning so very well. It probably helped that apparently his little witch was horny tonight, though he was sure that was facilitated by her plug. He watched as Hermione scanned the room quickly before turning one more heated look up at him. Then she did surprise him…by bloody fucking disappeared under the table cloth.
"What are you doing?" he hissed in half-hearted protest as her small hands made quick work of his trouser buttons and belt. His dress robes had been discarded over the back of the chair, but he quickly moved to put them on to hide her better. He had anticipated she ask him to accompany her to another room, a shadowed alcove, but to dive right under the table and take out his prick? Merlin's balls – no one could deny that the witch had guts!
"Taking care of you for once," she murmured back, her tone low and sultry. "Scoot your chair further under the table and let me suck your cock, Master."
Lucius closed his eyes, after that statement – not to mention where they were – there was no stopping the way his cocked sprang to full and eager attention. It was so insistent he was surprised it didn't punch her in the face.
"Oh my," he heard her breathe, "you really do like this, don't you sir?" Her mouth was on him then and he quickly schooled his features into a mask of bored nonchalance even as his heartrate skyrocketed. Bloody fuck, she had gotten so good at giving him head just how he liked it. And her gag reflex has gotten better, his mind whirled as she bottomed his throbbing prick out deep in her throat. One of his hands made his way to cup the back of her neck. He could not touch her hair, or it would become a mess that she wouldn't be able to explain away.
"I don't think you've ever been this hard before, sir," her voice met his ears, but just barely, "and that's saying something. I can see all your veins even down here in the dark. Fuck, this is hot, I'm dripping right now."
Merlin's saggy pants! Dirty talk from the Gryffindor Princess as well? She was certainly moving things along quickly; his ball sac rose alarmingly. He tried to decide if coming quickly would be best or just embarrassing. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Sylvia Selwyn approaching their table.
"Company, pet," he growled low. "Don't you dare stop, you fucking tease. You will see this through to the end."
She hummed what sounded suspiciously like a "Yes, Master" around his pulsing length just as Sylvia came into hearing range.
"Where's your little Mudblood, Lucius?" The woman sneered. Below the table Hermione froze, momentarily distracted by the racial slur she'd barely heard at all over the last five years or so. A gentle thumb rub on her neck was soothing, but also reminded her that she was under direct orders from her Master. She redoubled her effort as Lucius spoke. It was impressive that his voice didn't waiver, especially as she lightly scraped her teeth down his cock.
"Miss Granger is using the loo, Ms. Selwyn. And I'm surprised at you, that word isn't used much in polite conversation these days." He made a show of glancing around, as if he wondered that she had been overheard. The blonde looked around herself, her lips turning down into a frown.
"What are you doing here with a tramp like her? You haven't taken a date to one of these functions in almost a decade." Ah, Lucius thought, she's jealous. This didn't surprise him. Sylvia Selwyn was a thirty-eight-year-old war widow with two sons. Sampson had just turned nine this year, and he believed Stewart was ending his first year at Hogwarts this term. She had been after him as soon as the appropriate two-year mourning period had ended. Lucius gave a mental shudder, like he'd ever look twice at a woman like her when women like Hermione Granger existed. The second witch in question's mouth slid over his cock again, her tongue swirling behind her lips and he gave a controlled sigh as he answered the blonde in front of him with their prepared explanation for the evening.
"Miss Granger is a business acquaintance and is becoming a good friend," his tone was dismissive, "she is an exceptional lawyer and sorts legalities for one of my business properties."
"She's not your date?" Lucius almost groaned aloud from not only Sylvia's hopeful tone, but the way Hermione had just flattened her tongue against his frenulum and sucked deeply. Merlin's pants – he had taught her too well!
"Not in the sense you are thinking, Ms. Selwyn," he said.
"In that case, I'm having a small luncheon at my house this Sunday. Would you care to join us, Lucius?" She sounded so incredibly hopeful that Lucius actually felt guilty about turning her down. He was so distracted by how to do so gently that he hadn't felt Hermione freeze in shock for a moment. She moved to continue the moment his fingers absentmindedly caressed her nape.
"I do apologize, Ms. Selwyn," his voice was kind, but firm in its dismissal and the woman's plain features fell, "I have plans with my son on Sunday but, even if I did not, you and I have had this conversation before. I have not changed my mind, Sylvia."
Her face pinched into an embarrassed scowl. "Too distracted with girls half your age, Lucius?" It was an unattractive attitude, especially when he was trying to be kind.
Hermione couldn't help but listen avidly to the conversation happening above her while she bobbed her head over Lucius' thick length. Part of her was terrified she was going to get caught giving Lucius Malfoy a blow job under a table at a pure-blood business event, another part of her was pissed as hell that this woman was talking about her like she was, yet there was a third part of her who wanted to jump up from under the table and tell this unknown woman to back off from her wizard.
Yet…Lucius Malfoy was not hers, was he? Not in the sense where she could publicly lay claim to him, anyway. Not to mention, she didn't want him like that – he didn't want her like that. He had made it clear they were friends, that he was happy for her and Snape. Sure, they desired each other. She loved him deeply as a friend and she had…she had Severus and he was incredible. She knew she was well on her way of being completely in love with the man. They had so much in common and were so comfortable with each other. She hated being away from him and thought about him all the time…and the heat between them was fireworks and lightening combined.
No, she told herself. She didn't want Lucius Malfoy like that, but damned if she didn't want anyone else to have him either. And that was a completely unfair way to think, because she certainly did want him to have happiness. Hermione decided she would have to think on this more deeply at another time.
She could feel how close Lucius was to coming. She wondered if she should back off to give this woman time to walk away or if her standing there would only heighten Lucius' euphoria. There was a more insistent nudge at the back of her neck which Hermione took as the high sign to keep moving forward. Cupping his balls through his trousers, she gave them a little tug and was satisfied when he had to cover a small gasp with a cough and an explanation of needing water. He shifted in his seat (presumably to get some water) and Hermione took that opportune moment to swallow him whole for the second time that night. Silently working her throat around the head of his cock, she felt him explode and couldn't help the triumphant curve of her lips as she took down everything he gave her just as he calmly said goodbye to Ms. Selwyn.
Hermione knew when the witch had walked away, because he seemed to sag back in his chair. Carefully, she tucked his softening prick in his pants and buckled it away, hoping it might come out to play again later. Maybe he could fuck her in a closet or something? She gave a light snort at her mental wantonness. After another minute his long-fingered hand beckoned her from below the table and she slowly slipped up and into her seat.
Lucius couldn't help himself, he threw his head back and laughed aloud at the insanely smug smirk on his submissive's face. As he laughed, her smirk became a toothy grin that made him want to grab her by the back of the neck and snog her senseless. Damn the lot of them now avidly watching the usually cool and collected Lucius Malfoy laugh exuberantly with the one and only Hermione Granger. He held out his hand and asked her to dance instead, deciding that holding her close would have to be sufficient for now.
A couple of hours later, Lucius was escorting her home via the Apparition point in Speed Garden. Hermione was savoring fresh memories of being fucked fabulously up against a wall inside a closet that was right next to the coat check as people were getting ready to leave with Lucius' hand pressed over her nose and mouth to block the noise as her pleasure had crashed over her. She shivered in delicious remembrance.
As they made their way to her apartment, Lucius pulled her arm through his and they bent their heads against the cold, late February wind.
"Would you like to take my floo home?" she asked as they stomped their feet while walking through the vestibule into the lobby.
"Yes, please," he shivered. "I do not wish to go out into that again!" Her laugh tinkled as they made their way to the lift.
"Hermione?" he said softly as the lift quietly took them to the third floor. Merlin, what he had to say next was hard for him. His mind could not help but flash back to the way his heart had stopped as he watched Snape kiss her the day before.
"Yes?" She smiled up at him and not for the first time did he marvel at how little she was. The doors on the elevator dinged and opened for them.
Forcing himself to return her smile genuinely, he followed her down the hall to her flat as he said, "I was impressed with your well thought out journal entry."
"Oh," she answered, a blush rising to her cheeks.
"I'm positive Severus is feeling the same things," he continued. His throat thickened, and he had to swallow hard. He took a quick break and steeled himself for the words he was about to spew. "Therefore, I have decided to make the allowance of moving your sexual relationship forward."
He noticed how her body stilled at the same time her hands started trembling as she fit the key to the lock of her door. Her reaction was a combination of endearing and heartbreaking. "Oh?" It was a squeak this time.
Unable to help himself, he gave low chuckle. Only he knew it was a disappointed sound. "Don't get too excited, hands and oral exploration only – to start with anyway. Is this acceptable?"
She was closing the door behind them before she answered. "It's more than acceptable, Lucius. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Why in the world wouldn't I be?" Inside his mind was screaming, No! No, it is not okay! Why in the world indeed, you fool!
She seemed to contemplate that for a moment before bestowing one of her dazzling grins on him. "Thank you!" she squealed before popping up on her tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. His hands automatically settled on her waist as she looked up at him. "For everything…you've been…so amazing, Lucius." Her eyes closed, and she wrapped her arms around his waist in a crushing hug, which he automatically returned, before pulling back and starting to remove her cloak. "Could I interest you in some tea or another beverage?"
"Not tonight, love." He needed to go, her easy acceptance of his painstaking decision was making his chest hurt, and he did not want his emotions showing. She would be moving on soon – too soon – and he would be alone once again. Get a grip, you dolt. You knew this was coming from day one. It took everything in him not to tell her she was making a mistake. To tell her that he didn't just love her but was in love with her. To beg her to choose him over Snape. Instead, he reached out and pulled her to him by the nape of her neck to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight Lucius," she murmured, watching him gather some floo powder before stepping into her tiny hearth.
"Goodnight, Hermione," he answered. "I shall see you Friday." Then he was gone in a puff of green smoke and a flash of light, completely missing the torn look on Hermione's face as she watched him go.
Draco arrived at the Manor on Sunday a few hours early. He was supposed to visit with his father in the afternoon, but he figured he would join him for brunch instead. Maybe he could talk him into a horseback ride before visiting with Mony. Belby greeted him at the floo and as he took Draco's cloak and scarf, he informed the younger Malfoy that Lucius was still in his suite and had not come down yet.
Draco looked at his watch, his brows lifting in question. It was not like his father to sleep so late. He stepped into the Ladies Parlor where his mother's portrait greeted him with a smile and a good morning as his paternal grandmother's portrait criticized that his hair was too long. He never visited long with the framed women, but the truth was he still missed his mother more than he admitted to anyone. The smiles and affection that only a mother could offer, portrait or not, still nourished his soul. What he would give to have her hold him in her soft and protective arms again.
When it was close to eleven, Draco began to become concerned. He stepped towards the private staircase and was about to go up when he heard the creek of feet coming down the wooden stairs. He had to contain his gasp at how worn and haggard his father looked. Unshaven and still in his nightclothes, Lucius brushed past Draco and headed for the breakfast room with barely a grumble. Draco thought back but could not remember a time his father came downstairs in bedclothes. The man always looked impeccable.
He followed his father, cautiously considering a course of action. "Good morning, father. Are you unwell?"
Lucius sipped the coffee he just poured, peering at his son over the rim of his cup. He sat down at the table and picked up the paper. Skimming the front page, he responded, "I am quite well, Draco." The coffee was starting to wake him, and he gazed upon his son with an appraising air. "You need a haircut."
Draco rolled his eyes, "So I've been told." Unable to disguise his concern, he ploughed on. "Are you sure you are well, father? It's eleven and not only are you not dressed, but you are downstairs in your bedclothes."
Popping a piece of croissant in his mouth, Lucius responded dismissively, "I'm just finally living the life of a bachelor, son. I live alone now and there is no need to dress for every meal and rise before every sunrise."
Draco sat at the table as Belby produced a place setting for him. As he draped his napkin across his lap, he pondered his father's significant change in attitude. This was a man who preached tradition and proper decorum. How many times had Draco begged to be allowed to sleep past seven? How many times had he scoffed at having to be dressed to receive guests whenever in the main part of the house? These rules had been more at the insistence of his father than his mother. It was generations of Malfoy tradition that were suddenly being discarded. Something was amiss. Very, very amiss. And then he knew. Granger!
Draco drizzled syrup over his waffles and then put the heated glass dispenser down. Licking the back of his hand where a drip landed, he beamed when Belby reappeared with a platter of pork chops and baked cinnamon apples.
Lucius tilted down the corner of his paper, peering at the platter and rolled his eyes. "He only makes that when you come, you know."
Draco pushed his waffle aside to make room for the additions. "Mmmm, pork chops and waffles. The best meal ever." Cutting into the apple and then the pork, Draco asked as though he were only mildly interested, "So, how's it going with Granger?"
Lucius shook the paper back into place and continued to skim as he answered with the same appearance of indifference, "Ahead of schedule, actually. I shall be through with her training in a matter of weeks."
Yep, there lies the problem. Draco and his father tended to avoid emotional conversations for the most part. It's not that they didn't have them, and it's not that they didn't care; it was years of believing that weakness, particularly emotional vulnerability, was best tucked away and not shared unless with a wife or a mother. Seeing as Lucius and Draco had neither, they had learned to confide in each other, but it was not easy, and it was not often. Severus was another the two men confided in, for he was as good as family. Severus rarely, if ever, confided in return, however.
In truth, Hermione had become the person Draco felt most comfortable sharing his feelings with, and he knew he wasn't alone in this regard. In a short amount of time the chit had spun all three men's lives onto a new axis. Draco counted himself lucky that his attachment was only as a friend – a friend whom he valued and might even love – but only a friend and no more. His father on the other hand…
So, it was with great difficulty that Draco spoke the words he knew his father needed to hear. "She loves you, you know."
Lucius froze at his son's words. What was the boy talking about? Turning the page, he asked, "And whom would that be, son?"
"Who do you think? Hermione, of course. She loves you and I'm certain you love her. And I think it would be smart if you two had an open and honest discussion about your feelings for each other."
"Draco, were you drinking this morning? What's gotten into you?"
Draco put his fork down and stared at his father, speaking softly with barely concealed impatience. "Don't do that – don't be dismissive. Not about this and certainly not about her."
Lucius let out a tired breath and put down the paper. Weary eyes met Draco's concerned ones. "You're a good son and I love you, but this is not something I care discuss."
Feeling all the frustration and worry from the past couple of months swell inside him, Draco was determined his father would hear him out. Sitting up taller to give himself a more formidable presence, he did something he had not done in years; he forced a discussion with his father and did not back down. "Well, that's too bad, because you need to hear this. She loves you, more than I think she realizes and I know you love her. Shouldn't you at least tell her how you…"
"Enough!" Lucius' fist slammed on the table causing the plates and glassware to rattle. Draco swallowed the remaining words while he watched his father lean back in his chair and rub his eyes. The man was exhausted, and Draco suddenly thought he looked haunted as well.
Looking at his son's plagued face, Lucius immediately regretted his outburst. Regaining his composure, he spoke softly, "Enough, Draco. Hermione is in love with Severus. He is the wizard she wants."
"Yeah, but she loves you, too. I think if you just talked to her…if she knew she had a choice."
Lucius shook his head. "And what of your Godfather? He's as good as in love with her as well, and if there is any man on this planet who deserves happiness, it's that bastard! I won't complicate this for him…or for her. They need to be given a chance. If things don't work out, well then…I'll cross that bridge if it comes."
"Father, please listen to me. She's confided in me. She told me..."
"Stop, Draco. Do not finish that sentence. I would no more have you betray her trust than I would have you betray mine." Picking up his coffee and swallowing the last dreg, he put the cup down and added, "I do not wish to discuss this any further." He pushed his chair back and stood. "I'll find you when I'm showered and dressed."
Draco watched his father stride out the room. Looking back at the table, he noticed his father's plate was untouched.
Picking up his fork, he continued to eat in solitude. He had said what he needed to say. He just didn't understand how his father and Hermione could both be so blind. They just needed to talk. On the other hand, the likelihood of things working out with Snape were pretty slim. Draco just didn't see how his Godfather could be what Hermione needed in the long haul. He understood attraction and magnetism, but that could only take things so far. Perhaps his father was right and waiting it out was the play to make. In time, Snape and Hermione would probably figure out they don't work. Then his father could step in and finally have his happiness.
Tossing his napkin on his plate he stood. "Hey Belby, you got any of those little green apples Mony loves?"
"I'm tired," she murmured, watching as Snape settled on to the couch while she set up the video player.
"Do you want me to go?" He knew he hadn't been able to keep the disappointment out of his voice when she sent a soft smile in his direction while pushing play on the DVD player.
Her voice was thick with sincerity when she answered him. "No, Severus. I don't want you to leave. I hate it when you have to go." He couldn't maintain his eye contact with her as he felt his chest swell with emotion. Snape was not sure why her words always affected him so. Perhaps because she was returning the sentiment and echoing the words he had spouted out at Lucius the previous week – that he hated leaving her at the end of the night. He couldn't wait until he could take her to bed and stay there with her until morning.
Hermione's heart was thrumming. It had been almost five whole days (and they had made it through dinner and dessert) and she still hadn't told him that Lucius had given her permission to move forward a step. Snape had been extra cautious tonight, avoiding too much touching. She knew why, he was frustrated and worried that he would lose control.
Part of her wanted to spout it out, to shout it to the rooftops, but something was telling her that letting the moment get heated and then telling him when he started to draw away was the right move to make. That it would make things more intense, not to mention more natural. Telling him just because she could would just send them both into immediate flurried action, which she worried would make the situation feel artificial and rushed. As if it would maybe make them feel like they had to do it, not that they wanted to.
You have to admit to yourself that there's a part of you still not a hundred percent sure that you're completely ready for this step, either, Hermione. She sighed internally and focused on the man in front of her. Her whole body melted when she found him watching her with soft, dark eyes. Eyes that spoke of growing adoration and affection. Her heart fluttered.
"Get comfortable," she told him, smacking his knee gently with a throw pillow. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow before cautiously tucking a different pillow on the arm rest of the davenport and lying down. He realized what she was going to do a moment before she did it and was about to protest when she stopped him with a pleading look. "We can be good," she promised. "I just want to be near you."
Snape swallowed hard as she settled herself over him, lying with her head pillowed on his chest and entwining her stockinged feet with his. His upper limbs were raised cautiously as she adjusted briefly until she was comfortable. Staring incredulously at the top of her head, he slowly brought his arms down to wrap around her shoulders before burying his nose into her hair.
Had he ever done something so…normal…with a woman before? Snuggle on the couch while watching the television? Snape's lips pulled down in a frown when he felt emotion rise in this throat for the second time that night. Almost desperately, he tangled one hand in her hair while gently stroking her back between her shoulder blades with the other. It was like he was afraid she was going to disappear – this little slip of a young woman who had turned his whole world upside down.
"See? Isn't this nice?" she murmured once the movie had started. It was an oldie that they had chosen together from the video store around the corner – Death on the Nile.
He hummed his agreement. It was nice. Apparently, it was too nice because he couldn't stop the erection that was starting to form. He was a red-blooded male that had only gotten off on solo hand jobs for the last six weeks plus. Not only was he a red-blooded male, but owner of a BDSM club. He was definitely not used to abstaining. He sighed internally and focused on the movie.
Hermione had to give the man credit, she knew he had to be uncomfortable, she had been laying across the top of him for the better part of the last hour. They had made small talk a few times, and she supposed it helped that the movie was good and was keeping their attention. However, she couldn't help but be impressed that he had not acted on the fact he'd had an erection for the last forty minutes at least. He really was trying to be a good boy.
"Is it me or does that one actress…the one who plays Miss Bowers…look like a young Minerva McGonagall?" he asked her.
The question startled Hermione enough to actually look at the actress. "I suppose she does, if you squint a little…" He snorted, which caused her to shift and her thigh rubbed heavily over his cock. There was a sharp intake of breath and Hermione felt heat pool in her belly. It was time to act – they could finish the movie next time. Or never. She didn't care. In this very moment, she knew this was what she wanted. Hermione lifted her head to meet his heated gaze with her own and carefully folded her arms across his chest to push up slightly and initiate a kiss.
There was a low growl in his throat, which was the only warning she got before he was grabbing her elbows and hoisting them both up into a sitting position, so she was straddling his lap.
"You ask…too much…control…of me…witch," Snape told her adamantly between deep, slow kisses that made her feel drugged and lethargic. Hermione's hands rested lightly on his chest as he held her head hostage to have his way with her mouth.
"What if – " He cut her off with another kiss. "Severus!" she tried again a moment later, tilting her head to avoid another onslaught of his mouth. The access she denied to her lips only made him take a detour to her jaw and down her neck. "Oooo…what if I told you we could lose control a little?"
Hard muscles froze under her fingers. "What do you mean?"
Black eyes locked to hers, glittering with heat reminiscent of glowing coals. "Lucius said hands and mouths…no BDSM, no sex…but hands and mouths," Hermione admitted quietly before capturing her lower lip between her teeth. She hoped he wouldn't be upset she hadn't told him immediately.
For a moment he looked completely thunderstruck and then he was up, crossing the room with long, purposeful strides while Hermione clung to his neck with a squeal of surprise. "You waited all night to tell me?" he growled playfully as hefted her into the middle of the bed. He was wasting no time, unbuckling the button her dress pants with slow but sure purpose as he spoke.
"I wanted it to happen naturally. I didn't want it to feel like we had to – I didn't want to force it," she admitted reluctantly. If possible, his eyes darkened further, and he tugged her clothing off her hips, revealing Slytherin green lace.
"Ah, princess," he murmured huskily. "Are these for me?" He smoothed his fingers over the fabric and she gasped, her upper back arching as her eyes fluttered shut.
"Yes!" she whimpered. "The bra matches."
"Merlin and Morgana, witch," he breathed, dropping kisses to each inch of skin he bared. "You will be the death of me, you know this…"
"I think that goes both ways," she murmured. "Let me undress you," she begged. "Or undress yourself, I don't care. I just want to touch you." Snape pulled back from her and pulled his sweater up and over his head, flinging it to the ground as he watched her do the same with her own top. She hadn't been teasing him, she was wearing a matching green lace bra that cupped her breasts just right. The only thing he hated about this picture was that there was another man's collar around her neck. But it's Luc's, I can share with Luc – for now.
Hermione smirked at him, curling a finger as she leaned back on one palm. "Kiss me," she told him, "please." Her confidence was making him barmy and while he was never fond of being on the receiving end of orders in the bedroom, this had been so long coming he was beyond caring. Deciding to make short work of it, he stripped his trousers before crawling up her body and settling over her with the intention of kissing her just as she asked. She welcomed him with open arms, wrapping her legs around his hips as he fit himself to the grooves and hallows of her body as if he belonged there.
Hands instantly gliding down the hard planes of his back, Hermione met his kiss with equal fervor. She didn't understand how something could be so completely all consuming. Everywhere they touched she felt scorched. Every movement heightened her senses and caused her heart to pound frantically in her chest. She realized she was trembling. She knew it wasn't nerves, she also knew it wasn't excitement. It was merely his presence and his touch. This man, who had come back into her life so unconventionally. Who had been frustrating and insecure in his feelings but had fought through, so they could be where they were now. They both owed Lucius so much for helping them get here, to this incredible place.
She moaned softly as his lips left hers to trail down her throat to the valley of her breasts, nipping and suckling at the soft skin as his hands slipped under her to undo her brassier. Reverently, Snape pulled the lacey garment away from her skin and smugly took in the immediate eruption of gooseflesh over her body as her nipples hardened before his eyes.
Never taking his eyes from hers, he mouthed and tongued her breasts. Paying special attention to their peaks, he made her gasp and groan and bow her body under his ministrations before continuing his path down her stomach to the scrap of fabric that was now darkly saturated with her lust.
Hermione pushed up on her elbows to watch as he hooked his fingers in the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down, lifting her hips to help him get them off. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to do this?" he murmured as he planted kisses up the inside of one thigh. She sighed at the sensation, all the while trying to get her body to cease its incessant trembling.
"Tell me," she murmured before whimpering when his mouth met the inside juncture of her thigh and her pussy. "Oh, fuck!"
"Since that first night, Hermione," Snape told her. The rumble of his baritone and the heat of his breath caused her quim to twitch with need and leak even more profusely then it had already been. With that, there were no more words.
Snape parted her lips with his tongue, his hands holding her splayed legs apart. It appeared the sensation had been too much for Hermione because all he saw was her eyes rolling back in her head before she allowed herself to fall back into to the pillows. Her fingers tangled into her puffy bedspread and she began panting. When he suckled on her clit, one set of fingers tangled roughly in his hair. He rumbled his approval which only made her roll her hips as nonsensical words fell from her lips.
He didn't touch her with his fingers, next time he would add that sensation. They only had so much they could work with. He would have to get creative to keep this interesting for them over the next few weeks…or for however long Lucius made them wait.
In very little time she was gasping her intent to come, and he dove his tongue as deep up her cunt as he could, continuing to stimulate her clit with his nose. "Nnn! Yes!" she cried out hoarsely as the coil in her womb sprung loose. "Oh fuck, Severus!"
After making sure he took in every drop of her release and making her shudder and squeal with overstimulation in the process, it took active will power to not pull away from her sweet pussy and slam himself deep into her. Instead, he followed his same path back up her delectable body as she breathed heavily and trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Snape lay against her, kissing her slowly and languidly as her breathing returned to normal and her heartrate steadied. As soon as she had the strength, she pushed his chest, indicating she wanted him to roll onto his back. Then Hermione started paying his body the same homage as he had just done for her; nipping and trailing her tongue over his throat, gently nibbling the scars on his neck before moving to the hard, defined planes of his chest. She laved her tongue down the groove of his abdomen, stopping to blow cool air on his navel, which made him grunt and flex his abdominal muscles.
"Just a warning, Hermione," he said as she moved to take his boxers down.
"Hmm?" she looked up at him with lust clouded eyes.
"I may not last very long," he said gently. "I haven't been touched by anything other than my own hand in over six weeks." He watched with some satisfaction as her mouth dropped slightly and her eyes widened and cleared.
"You…what?"
"You're the only witch I want, Hermione," he answered. He loved the softening of her features, loved the emotion in her eyes as she fully realized what he was telling her. In this moment, his inability to be aroused by other women was absolutely worth it. In this moment, he realized that there would never be another witch on earth who could make him feel like this. Nothing would ever beat the absolutely look of joy on her face. "Nothing felt right, so I stopped. You were worth the wait, love."
"Oh, Severus," she whispered as one delicate hand came up to cover her mouth. He gave her a crooked smile, and this prompted her to crawl right back up and over him. Hermione wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck. "Thank you," she breathed, looking into his eyes. "You have no idea what that means to me." Then she was kissing him as she never had before while touching him with soft, smooth hands. His face, his neck, his chest, and shoulders all came ablaze under her tender ministrations. All he could do was respond to her and hold her hips as he soared emotionally. All these years waiting for this one witch; what a surprise she had been.
Snape marveled in the fact that an action he had done was causing such affection and vowed he would do whatever he had to in order to make her look at him that way for the rest of his life. For the second time that night she started a trail down to his eagerly awaiting hardon, this time nothing stopped her from disrobing the rest of the way. When her small, hot hand gripped and stroke him for the first time, he literally had to grit his teeth to avoid coming instantaneously.
Her hands were nothing compared to her mouth, however, and he was gone. He'd had every intention of watching exactly what it is she was doing to him but was unable to keep his eyes open. He was faintly aware of rumbles of approval in his chest as his hands blindly sought her hair.
Hermione was ever so pleased with his instinctual reaction to her oral ministrations. The moment his head lolled back, and his obsidian eyes fluttered shut her mind crowed its victory. She was taking her approach slowly and cautiously because there was no way she could fit him all down her throat. Lucius was a "just barely" situation, so Severus was out being he was a few inches longer, but she would to the best she could.
She also knew that their intimate time would have to become quite creative depending on how long Lucius made them wait before picking it up a notch. Hermione wasn't about to showcase her full set of oral skills in one go – and it wasn't like he was complaining by the sounds of him. When his fingers delved into her hair with surprising gentleness, Hermione purred. She focused the sound to vibrate through her lips as her tongue swirled and her head bobbed. True to his word, he did not last long. One sharp snarl left him, and his spunk hit the back of her throat so hard it almost made her gag. Instead she swallowed hard and fast and kept working her mouth over him until the fingers in her hair insistently pulled her away.
She was surprised to find Snape sitting and only had a moment to take in wild eyes before his mouth crashed to hers. Hermione gasped when he pulled her flush against himself and just clung to her for dear life while he kissed her breathless. It felt like hours later when their kisses mellowed from desperately passionate to slow and sweet. Both were breathing regularly, and hands were still.
She smiled sleepily at him, before glancing at the clock over his shoulder. It was just past eleven and she was knackered. She tentatively asked, "Will you stay, Severus? Stay with me now that we can act on our desires?"
"I will, if you'll have me."
"I'll have you," she told him lovingly. "I need the loo."
"Me too."
"You go first," she suggested.
He agreed and left the room. When she heard the door click, she pulled her robe on and sat at her built-in desk rummaging through her work bag until she found her journal. She didn't want to forget to enter her meals, exercise, and sleep. Now that she had a taste of Lucius Malfoy's punishment spankings, she wanted to avoid those at all cost. Not even being intimate with Severus Snape would make her forget.
"What're you doing, princess?" he asked when he came out of the loo. She swiveled in her chair and smiled happily at him.
"Just my journal entry." She watched appreciatively while he bent to pull his boxers off the floor, her head tilting to get a better view of his arse. "Can I ask you something?" she said absentmindedly while continuing to jot down her day.
Snape was doing his best not to let his mood go completely sour at the realization that, after their lovely, intimate moment after weeks of anticipation, her first thought had been to run to the journal where she communicated with her Master and his best friend. He clenched his teeth as he jerked on his boxers. She is just doing what she has to, he told himself. If their night had ended any other way, he wouldn't even be here anymore. Not to mention she was probably under threat of punishment if she didn't complete her entries nightly. It was a conscious decision when he made his voice light and spoke.
"You and your insatiable mind, Miss Granger," he teased before settling into the bed. She grimaced slightly when he stretched out on the right side. Okay…she could make that concession. She'd just move the alarm clock to the other side and get used to it.
"Why do you call me princess?"
There was a pause and then a low rumbled laugh. "You won't like it."
That caught her full attention. Both her eyebrows shot up and she turned to face him fully.
"Oh, really?" her tone was a bit threatening and his eyebrows raised as well before he pulled a face.
"As you well know, being I was your Potions Professor, I taught for two additional years after the war," he started.
"Yes?" she prompted after a brief pause.
"The staff…and the year following your graduation the students as well…" He trailed off and sighed. "Bloody hell. I'm actually sure they probably still call you …"
Hermione's curiosity was stifled, she knew what was coming but she played along anyway. "What in the world did they call me?"
"Gryffindor's Princess." The statement was flat, like he was waiting for her to start yelling at him.
Instead, she laughed. "I was wondering if that's where it came from." She sighed. "I do dislike that, but I've never been able to put an end to it."
"You knew?"
"I did. Damned Harry is the one who started it." She wrinkled her nose before turning away from him. "He was sick of always being called The Chosen One and The Boy Who Lived and decided that getting me stuck with a damned outlandish moniker would be funny. I might not be able to prevent the masses from saying it," she told him over her shoulder. "But I am going to ask you to stop."
"Seriously?"
Hermione looked up again to find Snape quite surprised by the request. "Dead serious. Find me another nick name, please," she teased while going back to her task. "Everyone else has their pet names for me. Draco calls me Beaves – don't ask, Lucius, Etan, and Rose call me Doll, Jonathan calls me Poppet, Ginny calls me HG, the boys and the Weasleys call me 'Mione…the list goes on. Get creative, Professor. You're exceptionally bright, I'm sure you can think of something."
There was a second of quiet and then Hermione was being hauled unceremoniously from her chair and flung back to the bed. She shrieked and laughed when Snape all but pounced on her. "I don't even need time to think, princess," he hissed against her neck before nipping gently at the skin below her jaw. "I will just call you what I should have called you from the very start. What you would have been called had I not been a fool and had agreed to take you on as a training submissive, and what you will be as soon as you are released from your contract with Lucius."
She smirked up at him curiously and then shivered when his lips traced her cheekbone before he settled his lips to hers.
"And what's that?" she asked when he ended the sweet kiss.
His eyebrows rose and his endearing, crooked smile split his features. He lowered his head again, so his lips would brush hers when he said it and watched happily as her pupils dilated. The chosen name was extremely confident as it left his mouth. "Mine."
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission